diving-bell of memory unless you are in continual communication with the fresh "caller" air of God's grace and mercy. For there is danger down there; there are slimy things away down there in the depths, bad mephitic odours. It is quite safe, it is grand, it is helpful, if you go down carrying the upper world with you the love of God and the indwelling of the Holy Ghost. Then remember even the darkest scenes through which you have passed. It will not harm you, it will "beet' the heavenward flame." To "forget not all His benefits" is part of the exercise of heaven. That is why I call for it. This psalm has got to be sung over yonder in very much the same substance by the Universal Israel-all the people of God. And it is time therefore we got ourselves furnished with it down here. The spring is to be a living purified memory. Even while I am speaking, are not some hearts saying, "Well, but, preacher, shall I remember yonder?" Oh, yes, the alchemy of grace will work that for us. In the eternal glory it will be safe and good for us, it will make the fire in our hearts roar like the blast furnace when we are stirred up with "the long pole of memory.”

"When we reach our quiet dwelling

On the strong eternal hills,

And our songs His praise are telling
Who the whole creation fills-

"When the paths of prayer and duty
And repenting all are trod,
And we wake up in the beauty
Of the Holy Lord our God;

"It will never dim the brightness

To look back on earth from heaven,

It will never mar the whiteness

To remember sins forgiven.

"With life's glittering track behind us,
And the glory stretching round,

Still a tender link shall bind us

To the hallowed pilgrim ground."

And that link is memory. Therefore I call for memory. Go down, down beneath the surface; down into the depths of that Lethean stream, that forgetfulness, at the bottom of which are lying whole sunken Argosies of Grace.

And now notice the six particulars: "He forgiveth all thine iniquities. He healeth all thy diseases. He redeemeth thy life from destruction. He crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies. He satisfieth thy mouth with good things. He reneweth thy youth like the eagle's." I sometimes like to put it, that there is something here for every day next week. We will begin, if we are spared, to-morrow. And here is the programme for Monday: “He forgiveth all thine iniquities." That will take you the whole of Monday. It will? Oh, yes; the whole day Monday; God thinks it will. "He forgiveth all thine iniquities." Tuesday: "He healeth all thy diseases." That will take a full winter Tuesday; though some of you, perhaps, think you will run done in ten minutes, if you don't fall asleep. It will take a good day. It will not hinder your clerking, or any outward work; it will rather help it on if you are busy the whole day long singing this psalm, "He healeth all thy diseases." Wednesday: "He redeemeth thy life from destruction." A grand exercise for the middle of the week, half-way away from last Sabbath, and only half-way on to the Sabbath coming. "Never fear," it says, "He redeemeth thy life from destruction." Thursday: "He crowneth thee with lovingkindness." Try on your crown, brother. Doesn't it sit softly, and fit well.

your erewhile dishonoured head? Friday: "He satisfieth thy mouth with good things." You will understand that when it comes the length of Friday. You will be able to look back through the week and say, “I have never wanted since Monday, and it opened pretty darkly. And now He has done so much for me, I think I may take it for granted for the rest of the week-" He satisfieth thy mouth with good things." And then for Saturday: "He reneweth thy youth like the eagle's." The ending day, the Saturday, with its weariness, is God's mending-day; He reneweth thy soul with His unwearied strength. And then slump them altogether on the Sabbath, and say, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not ALL His benefits." It will make a round, a holy glee, one part chasing the other, and never after overtaking it—no beginning and no end, but delightfully round and round, singing from day to day the mercy of the Lord our God. Verily, the children's hymn is right -"I feel like singing all the time."

"He forgiveth all thine iniquities." My friend, it is put in the present tense, for it has present sense. While I was speaking of memory, perhaps too much, I suggested the idea that God's blessings lay in the past. There is not one of these that belongs to the past. Our text does not read, "Who forgave all thine iniquities." That would hardly cause rejoicing in the hearts gathered here to-day; for your sins are fresh and recent upon you, and God's forgiveness had need to be as fresh and recent as your sin. Here, where we sit, and as we are gathered, tell me the date on which you think it would be safe for God's mercies to be expressed to you in the past tense, as being finished. I do not ever want this word here below to be but as it is: "Who forgiveth; who forgiveth."

I feel inclined to come to you this morning as Moses came-only without Moses' sinful anger—and say, "Listen, ye rebels. Listen, listen to the present nearness of God's forgiving love to sinners such as we are.' "Who forgiveth all thine iniquities." All of them. Not a few of the biggest of them, the roughest of them, the blackest of them, the dirtiest of them, but them all; and not tentatively and experimentally, to see how it will do; but in the largeness and lavishness of His boundless love and mercy forgiving them all. You cannot take a wife, and marry her for a week or two, to see how she and you will suit. It is "for better, for worse"; no parting. So God in His grace and mercy has taken you and me-not experimentally, to see how we will get on together. But knowing what we are, knowing the drain and strain we shall be upon Him, He has run the risk, He has looked upon us in all our sin, and corruption, and rebellion, and by Himself He has sworn; unto Himself He hath said it, "I love them, and I will never leave them, never forsake them. Freely will I forgive them all their offences. My forgiving love shall first pardon, and finally extinguish their sin. This shall be My name and memorial to everlasting days: Who is a God like unto Thee; that pardoneth iniquity; that delighteth in mercy.'" Aye, He forgives thee all thine iniquities. Let us pause for a moment that the meaning of it may get into our dull and thankless hearts.

"He healeth all thy diseases " is the second thing. Justification is in the one, if you like to put it theologically; and sanctification in the other. He has pardoned us, but He has done more than that: He has come to sanctify us, to make us new creatures, obliterating every trace of sin; and that is coming steadily on with the dawn of every day.

That is present also the persevering persistent energy by which God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost are making, or is making-for He is but one Godout of the wreck He took in hand when He took us in hand, a holy, perfect, sinless, human soul. But still, it has a natural, physical sense; and I ask some of you to remember the sicknesses God has taken you from. I ask you to remember the raging fevers that cut off others, but did not cut off you; I ask you to remember the galloping consumptions that went off into the grave with others, and you were spared; I ask you to remember how to your children trouble came, and your children still survive. I put it naturally, temporally, physically. Of course it has a higher and a farther-reaching sense; but alas! as we forget our doctor, so we forget the Great Physician. We put our fee into his hand and bid him good-bye, thankful we will see him no. more. It will never do with this Physician; you need Him as much as ever. Do not misunderstand Him when He calls every day, for it will be a dark day for you. and me when the heavenly Physician does not call. And you may so treat Him that He won't. You may so treat Him that He will leave you for awhile, and then when old sins and lusts come back, and old fires and fevers burn in heart and flesh, then you will be brought to your senses.

May it not be so. We are in a bettering way, and that is a great deal. We are in the convalescent ward of the infirmary. And oh, how well we look! How well we are looked after! "He healeth all thy diseases." See the white bed He has made for you; see the nurses attending you; taste the medicines that He gives you; see the everlasting arms that turn you in your sickness. Were you ever very sick? Let me speak to some of the strong and robust